I would rather betray the gods

Before we knew it, it was the eve of the "Welcoming the Saints at the Dragon Terrace".

Yuzi and her group, who had arrived, were having barbecue on a nearby street.

The street was bustling with people, some passing by, others selling flyers.

Those flyer distributors are promoting their advocates, all claiming that the people on their flyers are the real prophets.

"If the real person rose to power through this, what's the difference between them and those traffic stars? Only someone with a brain tumor would believe that."

Yuzu took a flyer, glanced at it, and uncharacteristically swore, completely oblivious to the fact that the people who handed him the flyer heard him clearly.

The group, dressed in custom-made volunteer uniforms, stopped and looked back, then noticed Yuzu using their flyers as napkins to wipe the oil stains on the table.

Because Yuzi's voice was so loud, people around her all turned to look.

This instantly made this place the very center of the 'storm'.

To save face, a volunteer approached the pomelo vendor and politely handed out another flyer, demonstrating through his actions that they had been taught by a true prophet and were well-mannered. "Sir," he said, "our self-promotion of Mr. Li is in accordance with the ancient prophecy in every way. You don't believe it because you haven't learned more about him yet."

"Damn, isn't that Li the Big-Headed? I even saw him speak in a video. He wouldn't admit to being a prophet, and now he's changed his mind and running for office?"

Green Pepper glanced at the flyer and, recalling the book signing event held outside the factory a few days ago, exclaimed that the hypocrite was sanctimonious.

As one of the more well-known candidates, almost everyone who follows the prophecy circle has seen the video he mentioned, which immediately caused a stir among those around him.

From the volunteers' perspective, it was fine if they didn't agree for the time being, but making a fuss was a great disrespect. They couldn't hold back any longer and, with flushed faces, warned everyone that their attitude towards the prophet was connected to their karma and that they should be careful of divine punishment.

"If prophets are so petty, what's the point of having prophets at all? There are petty people everywhere!"

Old Xu put down the skewers in his hand, swirled the wine glass in his other hand, and drank it all in one gulp. He was most annoyed by the constant talk of divine retribution. What? The Way of Heaven is so shallow that anyone can trigger it. And how many people can truly understand the Way of Heaven?

Even the most insightful remarks, when met with a smile, were met with applause and cheers from the onlookers.

Oh my goodness, what's wrong with these docile little men at the table today?

Yuebai glanced at the big guy who used to be so quiet he couldn't even fart, and wondered why he was suddenly going all out.

Could it be...?

She looked at the food on the table—grilled kidneys, grilled chicken gizzards, and so on—without any particular attitude or emotion, as if she had found the answer.

"Besides, how do you know that Li... Li something-or-other is a prophet? I don't think so," Old Xu said again.

"Whether it's right or wrong isn't up to you to decide; we'll find out tomorrow!"

The volunteer angrily pulled back the flyer that had just been placed there, as if he had retrieved some kind of promotion certificate.

"You're right, it's not up to us to decide, but I'm certain that the prophet won't appear tomorrow."

Old Xu remembered that Youzi had just used a flyer to wipe the table. He looked around and found it under the table. He bent down, picked it up, shook off the stains, and handed it to the volunteer.

However, to the volunteers, the stained flyers felt like a repeated insult. They couldn't hold back any longer, tearing at the flyers while cursing loudly, completely different from their previous demeanor.

Fortunately, his teammates remained rational and, to avoid causing further harm to their supporters, pulled him away.

Turning around, the group of people at the table were still staring intently at Lao Xu.

What are you doing? It's not like I was the only one who broke that guy's spirits.

Old Xu looked completely innocent.

That's not it!

Yuebai lowered his eyebrows, telling him to think it over carefully.

When it comes to Lao Xu, he always acts like he doesn't know anything, but he has too much on his mind, and he always reveals something unintentionally.

This time, everyone caught him red-handed. His statement, "He predicted that the prophet would not appear tomorrow," reveals some hidden secret.

Which one is that?

Old Xu tried hard to recall what he had just said.

Thank goodness~

Finally, he smiled with relief.

In fact, his assertion that the person who predicted would not appear tomorrow had nothing to do with divine secrets.

That makes sense. Just like the ancient sages, you have to do something to influence all living beings and change them in some way before you are worthy of the title "sage".

"How can you find out something by following a prophecy without doing anything?"

Such a prophet, even if recognized by those in the prophecy circle, is not recognized by the general public!

Is that the right way to put it?

Old Xu turned around and lowered his eyebrows to look at everyone.

Indeed... if that's the case, what's the point of what happened tomorrow?

Old Xu explained it clearly enough, but everyone's eyes still wouldn't let him off the hook.

"This is a matter of destiny. In layman's terms, no matter how things develop or how people handle them, they will eventually reach the point arranged by God. When that person is about to show up, how can you do things if you don't show up?"

Old Xu had figured it out: no matter what it was, if it came to his lips, he would dip it in "heavenly secrets" like dipping sauce, otherwise everyone would be relentless.

Oh... I see!

Satisfied, the group finally lifted their eye contact and went about their business.

Seemingly sensing something different, Yuzu patted Aohara on the shoulder, pulled him to sit alone by a flower bed in the distance, and they started chatting.

With the help of the streetlights, Yuebai could see that the two of them were exchanging words back and forth, and when they got to a point, they could even see them using body language to reinforce their expressions.

"Let's see what they're up to. If we don't eat our skewers soon, they'll get cold."

Old Xu placed a skewer of grilled meat in front of her.

"No, haven't you noticed that 'this fish' always talks to important people before any special operation?"

Yuebai was clearly more interested in the conversation on Youzi's side, and subconsciously avoided the skewers that Lao Xu was offering to his mouth.

"Sigh, why worry about that? Just like he often says, the Pisces totem is two fish wrestling with each other. Sometimes even he himself is unsure of what to do next. In short, he just waits to watch the show and see what happens."

She didn't eat any of Lao Xu's food, but ate it all herself, one skewer in each hand and munching away with both hands...

The next day.

The area in front of the dragon platform was packed with people.

Looking around, there were many people dressed strangely in the crowd, and even in the sweltering summer heat, there were people wearing "a four-ounce cashmere hat".

Without a doubt, most of them are "prophet" who come prepared to meet the prophecy.

The scene was crowded but not chaotic. The mysterious organizers set up many audition tents. Anyone who believed they were Azi could go in to register and undergo preliminary screening. Those who passed would wait for the next round of selection.

So each tent is like an independent little squad, and people don't disturb each other.

Qingyuan went to a nearby tent and soon came out with his qualification certificate.

According to him, the preliminary selection process had almost no threshold; it was just a simple chat about everyday things.

So what's going on with those who can't even get past the primary election?

As people watched the unlicensed individuals emerge, some looked dejected, some cursed loudly, and others were simply dragged out by several burly men.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that they were a group of mentally unstable individuals who had become obsessed with their beliefs.

The mere mention of the title "Saint" was enough to make them drool and dream of it, never to wake up again.

Throughout history, all prophecies, while proclaiming the coming of God, have also subtly hinted at it. The prophet comes with a pure heart, carrying a mission, and seeks neither fame nor fortune.

However, people are blinded by self-interest and only see the success and fame of the person in the prophecy, without ever thinking about what they will experience or do.

It's pathetic, lamentable, and laughable!